My cup of coffee is empty.
Don't even have a cig lit.
Trying to be Still
September 12, 2009I need a quiet time. The past weeks at work were tiringand weekends are not enough. It feels good to take time for silence, for aloneness…
A nice poem read from Didache a week ago
Slow me down, Lord.
Ease the pounding of my heard with the quieting of my mind;
Steady my hurried pace with the vision of the eternal reach of time;
Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills;
Break the tension of my nerves and muscles with the soothingmusic of the singing streams that live in my memory.
Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep.
Teach e the art of taking minute vacations
- of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to read a few lines from a good book.
Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to send my roots deep into the soil of life’s enduring values that may grow toward the stars of my greater destiny.
